C285 Xichen(2)

Atop a distant mountain peak stood an elder with streaks of white in his hair. Clad in a Taoist robe, he cradled a Bronze Three-Legged Cauldron in his hands. Blue arcs of lightning swirled around him, shrouding the entire mountain in a sea of electric currents.

Above the elder, dense black clouds obscured the sun, casting the desolate wasteland in shadow under their ominous presence